Non-Erotic PoetryA Bone in the LegWe four clamoured
yammering for attention
jousting for position,
perfecting the pecking order
at his knee and Da,
tamping sweet tobacco
ready for the match,
would hold us at bay
with a studied look of pain
sucking his teeth
"I've got a bone in my leg."
he'd groan and the small tribe
would turn to find
other entertainment murmuring
in disappointed sympathy.
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